She watches me.
And waits for me at the door if I go outside, eschewing her spot on the couch.
And then she locks me out!
SERIOUSLY. She locks the back door. Good thing I have the front door unlocked during the day. AND WILL FROM NOW ON.
She sits with me if I go to the couch, and she sleeps at the foot of my bed. I’ve lived here by myself for nearly a year now (if you don’t count Morgan, who is mostly not here because she is in sports). I don’t think I realized that I missed some companionship until Gwen sat down on the couch next to me. I think I love her.
The more time I spend with her, the more I discern tiny differences between her and Coco and Chloe. When breeders sell Pyrs, they sell them for show, livestock guardianship, and home companionship. I always wondered how they can tell the difference, what role they are best suited for in their lives. All the puppies look the same! Coco and Chloe were both presented for livestock guardianship. Gwen looks like, you know, a Pyr. But already I can see the small differences in her behavior. She is more interested in me than what is outside the door. She doesn’t bark to the same degree–she’s not trying to ward off predators, she’s only alerting if she hears something. It’s interesting to watch these differences in her after living with Pyrs for so long.
Meanwhile, back in the horse paddock, I’m counting “zero time” with Shortcake. Meaning, this doesn’t count. I’m finishing my book and we’re “on a break” as far as our little catching problem goes. I’ve been taking peppermint treats to Zip every night and acting like Shortcake doesn’t exist. Tonight, I had to laugh when she came up behind me, within a few feet, and asked for one. I held it out in the palm of my hand and asked her if she wanted to come get it. She did. Then I gave another one to Zip, then another one, acting like she was the queen of the world, and walked away without even looking at Shortcake again. Ha. Man, I love that little horse.
Someone asked about the signs by the gate to the front barnyard.
There are two. The signs are up because I do open my farm to the public on occasion. One is a No Smoking sign. Don’t be burning my barn down. The other is a sign in compliance with West Virginia law regarding equine activity and liability protection. Another copy of this sign hangs in the alleyway of the barn. Don’t sue me! Cuz–you can’t! But by law, I have to tell you by posting the signs listing the WV code protecting horse owners from lawsuits.